After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

The storm outside felt like it was beating directly on his body.

He felt his body was completely out of his control. Halfway through their dual cultivation, that dog man Qi Zhuoyu forcibly opened his sea of consciousness, entangling his primordial spirit inextricably, trapping him from soul to body with no escape.

He felt as if his body had returned to the Primordial River of the divine race.

It was an extremely powerful and terrifying ancient force. Feng Xuan hadn’t expected Qi Zhuoyu to have the aura of the Primordial River. He felt his body floating in almost suffocating water, and in the end, he felt as if he’d been fished out of water.

The storm outside Zhujian Xiaozhu raged on for who knows how long.

Feng Xuan was utterly exhausted. In the last moment before he passed out, he saw Qi Zhuoyu’s crimson eyes.

He had never seen such a sad look in Qi Zhuoyu’s eyes before.

Because the big devil seemed like the type who would fear nothing even if the sky fell, probably never having feared anything in his life.

But he looked at him with such eyes.

As if it was the last look of his life, wanting to engrave his features forever in his soul.

Feng Xuan felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, making it hard to breathe in that moment.

As his consciousness faded, Qi Zhuoyu seemed to touch the corner of his eye with his finger, wiping away a hot tear.

He heard Qi Zhuoyu’s voice.

It sounded muffled, as if coming from above water. “I’m sorry.”

Dual cultivation was a physically demanding activity.

Feng Xuan was certain of that. Completely physically demanding.

The kind that left you half-dead.

When he woke up again, it was already light outside Zhujian Xiaozhu.

And this daylight, Feng Xuan couldn’t be sure if it was the morning of the next day, or if several days had passed.jpg

“You’re awake,” Qi Zhuoyu’s voice came.

It took Feng Xuan a long time to react, before he nodded dazedly.

Qi Zhuoyu pinched his face. “Still not fully awake?”

With a cold attitude that suggested he’d continue if Feng Xuan wasn’t awake.

Feng Xuan instantly became alert. “I’m awake!”

Goodness. If Qi Zhuoyu dragged him into another round of cultivation, he felt he might lose his life.

Qi Zhuoyu said, “You’ve been asleep for three days.”

After a pause, he added, “How do you feel?”

Three days.

Feng Xuan’s lips moved, and he quietly said. “…I feel that Senior brother isn’t human.”

At this, Qi Zhuoyu was struck by his sense of humor and laughed.

He sat on the bed laughing like a madman, his shoulders shaking.

Feng Xuan didn’t even have the energy to make sarcastic remarks now!

When Qi Zhuoyu finished laughing, he pinched Feng Xuan’s cheek. “Senior brother was asking how your body feels.”

Before Qi Zhuoyu mentioned it, Feng Xuan hadn’t noticed, but after waking up, his body felt no discomfort at all.

Not only that, but even the dizziness and headache he usually had after sleeping for a long time were gone. He didn’t feel cold either, as if he had suddenly returned to his peak condition before his primordial spirit was shattered.

Feng Xuan was a bit surprised.

The books said dual cultivation had a hundred benefits and no harm, and they really weren’t lying.

He was about to tell Qi Zhuoyu that he felt great, that he could now fight ten of him without breaking a sweat.

But he was afraid that if he said he felt good, this lunatic Qi Zhuoyu might drag him into another round of dual cultivation.

So after hesitating for a long time, Feng Xuan modestly said. “It’s okay.”

“Two more times, and your primordial spirit will be fully recovered,” Qi Zhuoyu seemed to be in a good mood.

Now, Feng Xuan was truly shocked.

Could dual cultivation really restore the primordial spirit? This ability seemed even more incredible than the Divine Soul Lamp.

Something felt strange.

This level of recovery was almost as if Qi Zhuoyu had transferred all of his own primordial spirit to him.

It’s times like these when you really feel the pain of being uneducated.

After saying this, Qi Zhuoyu spoke again. “Do you want to sunbathe?”

Feng Xuan had a habit of enjoying sunbathing.

He didn’t expect Qi Zhuoyu to remember it so clearly.

This time when he brought him to the mortal realm, besides rebuilding Zhujian Xiaozhu.

He even placed a lounge chair under the Wutong tree at Zhujian Xiaozhu.

Qi Zhuoyu sat on it and said slowly. “You used to like lying here.”

Feng Xuan asked. “When I was still a mortal?”

Qi Zhuoyu nodded, reached out to hold him in his arms, and then casually pinched the back of his neck.

Feng Xuan didn’t speak.

Qi Zhuoyu seemed to be lost in some memory, his voice very distant. “You were very strange back then.”

Thanks a lot.

If you call me strange, then I must have been really weird.

“From birth, people came for the benefits of my body. Some for my body, some for my abilities. Only you didn’t want anything. You only thought about eating and sleeping. You were good to me, simply because I was good to you.”

It sounded very much like his personality, but why did it sound so useless coming from Qi Zhuoyu’s mouth?!

“But in this world, those who were good to me all died because of me.” Qi Zhuoyu said it as calmly as if talking about something unrelated to him.

Feng Xuan had never heard him talk about his background before.

But Qi Zhuoyu’s background wasn’t a secret. In the demon realm, he had heard demon doctors talk about it. Qi Zhuoyu was half-human and half-demon, and his mother had died for him.

Feng Xuan didn’t know how to comfort him, so he said softly. “…But I didn’t die, did I?”

“Yes.” Qi Zhuoyu seemed to remember something, his expression turning gloomy. “I won’t let you die.”

Feng Xuan felt something odd about this. His mood hadn’t improved from sunbathing.

Instead, for some reason, he flashed back to that extremely sad look in Qi Zhuoyu’s eyes during their dual cultivation.

“Qi Zhuoyu.” Feng Xuan felt he should ask, a bit probingly. “Have you been up to something again recently?”

After asking, he didn’t expect to get an answer from Qi Zhuoyu. After all, this big devil had never told him when he was up to something.

But Qi Zhuoyu stared at him for a while, then said calmly. “Yes.”

Feng Xuan: ??

An unexpected confession.

He knew one shouldn’t try to fathom what a lunatic was thinking.

Qi Zhuoyu said, “Why do you suddenly ask this?”

Feng Xuan’s mind was a bit chaotic. “It’s just that you never told me about our time in the mortal realm before, and you always said it was better if I forgot. Now you suddenly say so much. Have you read novels? I feel like you’re giving your final words or something.”

Qi Zhuoyu suddenly laughed.

As if amused by his comparison.

But Feng Xuan couldn’t laugh at this moment.

He felt an indescribable anxiety. “What are you up to?”

Qi Zhuoyu said casually. “It’s nothing big. The Primordial River will merge into one. When that happens, the Chaotic Sea and Biluo River will flood the Three Realms. As long as I disperse my primordial spirit to contain the Chaotic Sea, you’ll be safe.”

After hearing him speak so lightly.

Feng Xuan felt terrible. The Three Realms being destroyed, and you call this nothing big???

Especially when he heard Qi Zhuoyu say he would disperse his own primordial spirit.

Feng Xuan’s mind almost “clanged”, as if struck by a heavy hammer, becoming blank.

He had wondered what kind of dual cultivation could restore his primordial spirit so quickly, even more effectively than the Divine Soul Lamp.

Qi Zhuoyu had probably calculated long ago that he would sacrifice his soul to the Chaotic Sea, so he simply used his primordial spirit to restore Feng Xuan’s.

“Are you afraid?” Qi Zhuoyu kissed him once. “Don’t be afraid. I know you don’t like war. Just sleep here, and when you wake up, the Three Realms will be as you like them.”

As Qi Zhuoyu said this, Feng Xuan suddenly understood.

He realized what had been making him feel so uncomfortable all along.

This Zhujian Xiaozhu was too peaceful.

It was as tranquil and harmonious as a paradise Qi Zhuoyu had carved out for him in the midst of a crumbling reality.

He didn’t have to do anything.

Just sleep, sunbathe, and when he woke up, the world would still be the same world.

There had been such a big storm for three consecutive days before.

But when he woke up this morning, the courtyard was bone dry, the sun high in the sky, not a drop of rain in sight.

This was an illusion.

An illusion Qi Zhuoyu had created at some point, without anyone noticing.

Feng Xuan suddenly felt his voice trembling. He looked at the man before him, realizing something. “You’re not Qi Zhuoyu, are you? Are you a fragment of his divine consciousness?”

‘Qi Zhuoyu’ looked at him quietly, not speaking.

His silence basically confirmed that what Feng Xuan said was correct.

The real big devil had probably gone off to do his thing after their dual cultivation.

Feng Xuan gripped his arm tightly. “Where did Qi Zhuoyu go? Why did he change his mind and tell me all this? Is it because his spiritual power can no longer sustain this illusion?”

‘Qi Zhuoyu’ said softly. “Xiao Qi. I will stay with you.”

Trash, useless Senior brother!

Who wants you to create a divine consciousness fragment to keep me company!

Feng Xuan felt Qi Zhuoyu had a knack for infuriating people.

He stood up and with a wave of his hand, directly shattered the entire illusion.

After the illusion disappeared, Feng Xuan realized that outside, it had been raining heavily for seven days and seven nights. The sky and earth seemed connected by the rain, with torrential downpours and thunderstorms, like when the Primordial River hadn’t been separated millions of years ago.

It seemed the heavy rain he heard during their dual cultivation wasn’t his imagination. Qi Zhuoyu had probably forcibly used his primordial spirit to repair Feng Xuan’s, causing the illusion to lose control for a night.

At the same time, the “Qi Zhuoyu” sitting on the lounge chair turned into a thin paper cutout as the illusion disappeared, lying quietly on the bed.

When Feng Xuan was angry, he really wanted to tear up this paper cutout, but after staring at it for a while, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He picked up the little paper cutout and carefully put it in his pouch.

Only a black demon beast was left in the courtyard of Zhujian Xiaozhu. It pitifully whimpered and came to rub against Feng Xuan’s leg.

This demon beast looked familiar, with iridescent black fur, like the nightmare beasts from ancient legends.

“Did you help Qi Zhuoyu create this illusion?” Feng Xuan grabbed it and asked.

“Whimper.” The nightmare beast answered.

“Where is Qi Zhuoyu?”

Just as Feng Xuan asked this question, before the nightmare beast could answer.

The Chaotic Sea not far from Zhujian Xiaozhu suddenly erupted with demonic energy.

The previously calm Chaotic Sea, as if attracted by some irresistible force, instantly turned into countless mile-high tornadoes, sweeping towards the White Jade Capital.

Just as Father God had predicted.

The Primordial River was merging into one.